1116 V3 ch350 CIF Semifinal: Gridley HS (4)

The ninth batter was the pitcher, who went down swinging at three straight fastballs. Kyle looked to be in good shape despite giving up the homer. I thought he bounced back nicely.

Back at the top of the lineup, the leadoff hitter smacked the ball hit into the air towards left field. Bryce jogged in a little bit to get under it and made the catch. We jogged back to the dugout together. With the exception of Kyle who did more of a stormy March.

Noah and I shared a look. Just when I thought he would speak up to say something, Kyle was already pointing at Dave, aggressively. "Not a word."

Dave stuck out his tongue, however he still dodged Kyle and stayed away. He wasn't the only one. Kyle sulked at the end of the bench by himself where even Mitchell didn't go over.

"You would think we're losing or something." Noah mumbled under his breath.

"I guess he's losing to his expectations?" I shrugged.